Eighteen

"Nothing to concern yourself with." Edward said with a smile and turned up the TV where George Bailey was busy flirting with a girl over a candy counter. How I hadn't realized we made it that far into the movie already I didn't know.

"No Edward, don't lie to me." I sat up, placing the bowl of popcorn that was in my lap on the coffee table in front of me.

"Alice's visions are never the only path we can go on, this was just a variant it's fine." He said dismissively, turning the television up another few notches, only because he knew the louder it was the less I could focus. I could tell he was lying to me, I wasn't sure how I could tell, but I could tell.

"Edward." I said his voice with such intensity it shocked even me. I was gripping his arm now, my eyes deadest and my brow furrowed. He turned his gaze to me, shocked, and I looked him dead in the eye as I set my jaw. "Tell me. What. Is going. On." I spoke each word with conviction, I was tired of secrets and not knowing the whole tru